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: Paisley Advocate March 2003 Fur quite a while now I Imve been (lying Ia somehow capture on paper jusl how wonderful it is to live in Pat's/c); In I’m ivi‘nninglt' SflKEC/l tvn‘rlen ant! delivered by Miranda Eka' a! the Legion Iaslyeizr. .i‘lie used the wards. “rights and ~mil/ids «ml smelly uffl'he Rilyill Wiriler Fair) " um! I would like In burruw that concept. I I ave you ever come out of the arena on a snowy night and smelled a rich toasty smell? [i does smell a bit burnt. but not awful In fact‘ it smells deliciuus. You take in a dccp breath and inhalc om: of the favourite smells of Paisley. The delicmus odour of organic coffee roasting over at Back Eddies is filling the streets of home. My boots crunch the snow beneath my feet and I lilo“ “smoke” into the am It IS nippy out tonight. Thc air is Ciystal clear and 1 six u full moon ovcr headi They tire unloading aiiutlicr shipiiiuiit ut~ \’cth198 at Rier‘s car lot. As. 1 near humi: under the uningc street lights. I smell another wumi smell. Thu smell nt'thc Eclmsc‘s wnnr‘l fire, What do I licnr'? Nothing Absolutely nothing When I was in high school 1 “Tom a story in which I described this sound as SllUI‘il musiL. My teacher didn’t think music could be silent Muyhc nut‘ hut it is the kind of pc tul SIiL‘nCL‘ that makes my hvnrt sing and my feet want to dance till the way hnnic. ThL‘ next tnurnin". l LtlTl awakened by the beeping ut' the McCullough's tractor us it clcurs lhc FDUtiILlntl parking hit. I limit Mylcs laying fur work, First I hcur the squctilt} MICE” divur slum. llt.\l likL' cinating Sights find éfin‘ds and Snieisâ€" of Paisley in Winter in iliu ninvm LlllLl then the roar at his enginc. I hear a horsc and buggy clip-clapping past the hOUSL‘ I better get up right no“ or I will soon be hearing the high schuttl hub gt; by which "Runs 1 \x’ill he l1CJFlIlL’ Mr Muslin telling us “9 re |uie.. ' Tittliiy I git up in lilL' post iillicu it must be biiki - day in Paisley builtth I can sii'iL'll twiidcil'iil i]t)l fresh hrcnd l min sincll ll iii the Foodlznid and at 'llic Rnkery further up the street Thu signature snnp smell fills my nostrils as I puts by Eloiu Soap Company. This is .i funintis store. you l-UIUW. l have rum] uhn'ut it nit hlogs on tht: internci. As I cross the lintng l hciir Suugtc \\\l.\il llL'I lulu Ln ti girctiiig iu mu. Oh wait. or is that Just lhu inuskmls pliiyiiw nit llic isltiiitl'.7 .ill.\l thcn ‘.| pig truck goes by bringing l| different smell to the Village l'or a momcnti I shake my head in :imuzcmcnl at the wonderful sights, sounds and smells I encounter everyday. As I walk. I wonder if] will ever get It) the pust office. because there urn: so ninin iiitctcsting [iconic grccting me and l utm‘t resist the urge to stop Lind tnlki Now 1 Liiiiw why I Usually driw. As I walk past Midtuwn, l lltldl lilt.‘ lulltulc warning hell 1in the CilTISImth music they pipe out UI'IIU IilL’ .xlrt'ct. I st; lilL‘ tliildi'cii \\’lli1 [i'lcll’ iUildL’li lvuckpticlts liutidiiig tip in llit‘ \t'lltlttl I \cL llcrl Niltiiiu Ill his given \.iii. twitvhiiig. NU \HtlltiCr Tllcl‘L' tirc m iniiiiy Iliiiigs in st' 1 limit it mw bludt: lKillIlL' us l (UIIIC ill“ ti the [lust ol'l'ltc uiitl puss ‘\iit.'ll"u Tim Ur Man I aim-ll snmrunc's (Igul’t'IIc burning out .it iliclmiinmt-i'ihc \lcps l mu iht‘ hctiiitiliil limit Illill lxcuiiiiiu its pin..- Lis £| BEACH” t‘i Iltvpt' in Illt‘ tilllt‘l Uili buildings lli y.l\v loam it n tottltl spunk tI \\'Ul.li'I li;\t- \L‘t'Il it ,ill' 1 |i.i\u tcli ll till .iiitl l lli|\\.' ltcntd .i Iol ut ii tun" l '.\.i\L in \l.irilt't- 1h \l‘tt‘ l\ ltiit-iiiiitt ,lit at Ilic llhl’rlfl \ Nilit‘AlllUlHlt \‘iiuu .tt illL' llitv ‘.'.l[l(l i-V iliu» mm} Llilt’t‘ll turiiti ln ll‘h. .iit-nn Witluiiiu up It i“ lWI‘QlIIIIlIl‘j ltt ~llI>\ ~Ilkl‘l l‘tiiitiih l“ cwiiiii; llL til. ~. «ill mum iii \lyli'- .mi \lllkl - :iniii ll|I~ l‘t.itlllllll [\Iiitt» l'rlil liill'. ltvl ll ‘t\llllt imlx itu tl\lllll_ \ mil/ii ii/m/‘H l.’ I’ll“ m t Iiil v Hit it. my